Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 16

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 16 He Finally Comes

Marco’s POV:

She looks so small sitting on the sidewalk. At first, all I can feel is relief that she’s safe, and the wolf within me calms at the sight of her. Her black hair, which she’s pined into an ornate style, drips onto her glistening pale skin. The red dress is slick and clings to her figure, accentuating every soft curve. She shivers against the cold where she’s huddled under a tree, and I can’t help but wonder if she would have stayed there all night, waiting for me.

I can’t help the curiosity that fills me when I think of her. We came into each other’s life by pure accident, but I’ve never quite met anyone like her. No one has ever waited for me like that, with such loyalty and patience. It’s foolish and reckless but… sweet, and I’m annoyed by the odd sense of affection that fills me as I walk toward her.

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Tanya’s POV:

I brace myself from the cold to be best of my ability, but water trickles between the leaves of the tree I’m crouched under, soaking my gown in spite of my best efforts. But suddenly, the water stops, and I look up in surprise to see Marco holding a black umbrella over my head.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and he wordlessly takes off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders and shielding me from the rain. He examines my shivering form with displeasure before speaking.

“You shouldn’t be out in this weather. How long have you been out here, foolishly waiting for me? You look like a sad little w*et flower.”

Honestly? I’m not sure how long it’s been. I lost track of time a while ago, and right now, all I can think about is the fact that he’s actually here.

“I don’t know… but I couldn’t leave. I was afraid you’d show up, and I’d be gone. I couldn’t do that to you.”

He shakes his head with disapproval, and perhaps I have behaved like a petulant child. But he came, and he found me.

softly.

I look up at him, little

you to this restaurant tonight. Someone else sent the flowers. I don’t really celebrate

as his words sink in. The roses, the restaurant… he

“Oh… that’s okay.”

of me so he

about the holiday that much, but if I’d known that

eyes go wide as he pulls out a small bouquet of wildflowers. The stems

a short while ago,” he says, his voice softening. “They made me think of you, little flower. I’ll get you a formal

name. When I first came here, I wanted to look like an elegant rose for him, but these wild, colorful delicate flowers are so much more beautiful. I would much rather be Marco’s little flower than a luxurious rose. I take the small bouquet from his hands, touched

I whisper. “Thank

hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and the strange sensation of being watched makes me tear my gaze away from Marco. Between the rain and the shadows, I swear I saw Ayana’s eyes watching us from across the street, full of contempt and indignation. But when I blink and look again,

get you

get up, my legs are shaky. I’ve been curled up and trembling in the cold for so long that my feet have gone

my head spins. Marco’s arms are strong around me, but I quickly struggle to regain my

little flower or not, I know he doesn’t love me. Our marriage is an arrangement, and he probably doesn’t want this kind

away, appraising my movements. To my surprise, he kneels in front of me, gesturing for me to

carry you,” he says, his

that I don’t want to inconvenience him, but I can barely stand, let alone

and I pray he can’t feel my racing heart as I gently take the umbrella from him, holding it

hands grasping my thighs. His touch is hot and firm, even through the damp fabric of my dress. Even though we’re both drenched, I hold the umbrella to shield our heads as he starts walking back toward the townhouse. The street lamps are

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